When static hits the airwaves, understand what you’re about to behold is entirely real; as real as it gets in an industry of blurred lines. ✶✶✶✶ @CMPunk parody.
Now, normally, stuff like this is special to me. A feud like this, the feud you’re all seeing directly in front of you, it’d mean something to me. But at this point in my career, if I had a nickel for every guy that had an issue with me since I came back. . I’d have a few bucks.
So, cast your stones. If there’s anything I’ve learned in all my time on this planet, and in this business, it’s this;
You don’t tug on Superman’s cape. You don’t piss into the wind. Only burn bridges if you know how to swim.
And don’t throw stones from glass houses, bitch.
You are not allowed access to anything that is all things Fatal Influence; the same people who doubted us before want to pretend that they were with us from the beginning now that we restore faith into the lineage of all three of these titles.
And SECURITY! Remove this man. 🙄
I had just spent years building toward this championship match, and when it was over, I walked out of my first SummerSlam in three years without that Undisputed WWE Championship.
But then I remembered something.
There is a man I haven’t been able to stop thinking about.
It hurts because somewhere deep down, you convinced yourself it couldn’t happen again.
I should’ve known better.
You don’t erase twenty years with one WrestleMania handshake.
You don’t rewrite two decades of Randy Orton with one moment of respect.
See, there are ghosts in this business. Some wear suits. Some carry championships. And some… strike when you’re looking straight ahead.
@ShedHisScales.
Ironic, huh?
You know, there’s a strange thing about betrayal. It never hurts because it’s unexpected.
Myself and Cody Rhodes? No pun intended, are at a crossroads. Because friends don’t lead to championship gold. No, what led me to championship gold is my pursuit of greatness.
My endless chase for moments like SummerSlam. Where the stakes are high, the lights are bright, and..
.. it isn’t about who draws first. It’s about who hits hardest. It’s about who has more heart, who has more to give.
They said it years ago, he finished his story. I’m still putting pen to paper, and belt to ass. And Cody, when it’s all said and done, I hope you understand.
I only hope you understand what this means. No more grinning nods, kind and goofy exchanges between us backstage.
The PR-trained responses when asked about one another. They end here. I treat you how I treat every other man in that locker room. Like a threat.
But let’s be real from the other company (All Elite Wrestling) to Rumble ‘24 to Raw after Mania of this year. We’ve tried our best to warn each other.
But those warnings have finally caught up. It’s time for action, and no more words between us.